The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The salt crusted the windowpanes of the surveyor’s office in Ostra like a cataract, blurring the view of the cove into a white, breathing smear that pulsed with the rhythm of the tide, which was not water but a living lung expanding and contracting against the stone. Elias Vane, thirty years old and trembling with the early palsy of the White Wither, gripped his compass until the brass bit into...

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